User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20160611064645/@comment-32303-20160929033706

A faint thumping was heard, growing louder. After a moment a young squirrel, the O'Riain heir, Dalton, revealed himself from the rear of the group, leaning heavily on an oaken crutch. He smiled at Dennjon. "Mister Dennjon, can ah help?" Without waiting for an answer, Dalton limped up beside the elderly volewife and gave her a friendly smile and respectful half-bow. "D'ye need anabeast tae carry somethin', marm?" he offered politely.